Wednesday, July 07, 2010

The joy of Blogger Night was already beautifully covered by my esteemed colleague, Steve Sax (and as all the bloggers discovered, that's not his real name). Once again, the Dodgers treated us bloggers with great warmth and respect... all the more shocking considering what is posted by some of us. Though Tommy Lasorda did not make it by this time, we were still fortunate enough to have extended visits by Ned Colletti, Ron Cey, and the highlight of my evening... the Miller High Life guy!

Speaking of beer, Sax and I were the fastest to bring alcoholic beverages into the box. But we were far from alone in our gluttony. Ron Cey even commented on how the vegetables and healthy wraps were untouched by the Hot-Dog devouring bloggers. Just to prove him wrong, I posed with a healthy snack alternative...

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... which I promptly disposed of in favor of the hot dogs, chips, wings, popcorn, sodas, and desert cart (S'mores Cake, where have you been all my life!) This picture is why Sax needed to use a wheelbarrow to get me back to my car.

But it wasn't all about food. Especially if your (fake) name is Sax. Yes, he might have gone with California casual footwear...

... he was all business with his hands. While the rest of us were listening to Ned between bites of hot dog, "Scoop" Sax typed away furiously, bringing you the hot topics in real-ish time.

The other bloggers proved to be a friendly gang who do not live in their parents' basements. (Cause LA homes are usually one level:-) In fact, the Bloggers tend to have significant others, jobs, lives, and could talk about things besides baseball and the Simpsons. Except for one guy who gave Sax lip, it's a great bunch - hopefully we'll see a lot of them at THE EVENT.

We were all drawn into what became a tense battle with the Marlins. Sax already quoted my "Fool's Gold" comment to Ely. I was much more worked up by the appearance of Garret Anderson, a player whom Ned defended as a strong clubhouse example. When he returned to the dugout after a weak ass ground-out, I shouted "Now go lead!"

We didn't win the game - unless victories are counted by consumption of calories. Sax and I did not even stick around for the fireworks.

But it was one of the great nights of my eleven years in this city, and I am so grateful that the Dodgers view bloggers as legit enough to be included in such festivities. At least, until Ned Colletti actually reads our material.